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Project "Seeing Beyond - Untold Stories "
"Seeing Beyond - Untold Stories "
“A self-portrait of an Author.” "I have walked a million miles to reach the land where the gold fed earth meets the sky. At the Horizon I stand watching a million years gone by. All that comes must go, and all that goes must come back, nothing remains forever in time. At the horizon, I see all that comes and all that goes. All blend in one the blues and the gold."
“Claustrophobia ” The sin of the center and the silence of the crowd! The ghosts in grey and the skies of gold! In the middle of the center Faith trying to hold down the noise of the mob and the suffocation of breath in open air! God or gold both haunt my soul.
“Candy Shop.” It's sad to sit outside the Mulan rouge when people inside enjoy the show. I dare not wait outside yet I dare not go inside. My dream ahead, my life behind! As a child I had to grow to watch the show, as an adult, I had no time, now an old man in my late blues, the mystery of inside inspires me no more! I sit outside to make sense of the show; is it too late to go in? I am bothered no more.
“The stuff of my fancy” The stuff of my fancy shadows the real!!!! The shadow more majestic and the Light that makes it! Who can tell which is the true real for the image I see is the essence of beauty turned real!
"Fear" One door leads to the next and the next yet to another. All keys I hold lead me to the heaven's door. But the gold distracts my soul! I fear with all the keys I hold I still will not be able to push open the celestial doors. From door to door my travels go on; my path to God or gold?
"Lucid Dream" A basket full of fragrant dreams! Each one enveloped in its own shade, Each one of its own magical shape, Each one worthy in its own special way, Should I grab a handful or Choose just the prettiest one? One dream---the loveliest; The angel-winged, enchanted one, Yes! One vision is all I need To enrich my soul and free my being. One dream is all I choose From a basket full of fragrant dreams! But dreams are but only dreams! They soon vanish after they are seen.
"GOD, YOU ARE WELCOME TO SEE" In this little circle called ‘me’, God, You are welcome to see, The little islands of elusive dreams Floating aimlessly in unknown, blue seas, The deserts that endlessly weep For one, one single drop of rain, The birdless skies; so scary and forlorn Reflecting forever pictures of starless galaxies. O, God! Would You not come and see, These games they all play on me; The million faces of hypocrisy! The heart and mind of insincerity, Driving the poor soul into mazes of insanity. God! My dearest God! Where are You? In this night so dark and cold, When I sit here all alone Trembling with fear more and more, Flooding with tears this little circle called ‘me’, For You to come and finally free My soul from this brutal tyranny Of pain, of hate, of fate, Of greed, of all chains, of unending misery. O, God! My dearest God! Come to me, For in this little circle called ‘me’, God, You are welcome to see, The little islands of elusive dreams Floating aimlessly in unknown, shoreless seas.